under the new mooncolassol waves in the darkness of the sea wont you come drift, drift away with me we can let it be under the new moon bodys naked your flesh i consume earthly delights and visionary sights i am your will in worship of your existence every breath singnificant every step magnifisent my sole for youunder the new moon
a beauty so true
i am a corpsei an a corpsei am a corpse
decaying cold alone unabel to connect catotonic ailenated suffering dwelling on these pains
towrn from reality delousional puritys false desiers loss of love developing hate for self and existence junky with a deathwish i feel sick
no food no rest binge of suffering its been years since ive had a sound mind i cant cope without drugs i live in excess i wish i were sane i want to be ingorant to this pain
Bullet HolesSanity disappeared in smoggy steam by the advances of fire, sterile and cindering. The moon bled out a thousand pleas when the night finally let go. Ignite the red moon. Let's rage, let's avenge, let doom prevail. Tonight we'll leave the sky empty; empathy like ashes in a tray.Bullet Holes
suicide is a privlage
[evelyn]
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"The search for truth begins while you're still sleeping in."
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